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When raindrops fall,
On petals soft,
The flowers pout,
As they do, oft

From the weight
Of fallen tears
Until the sorrow

Then nourishes,
All who grieve,
A silent means
To give reprieve

Tis then the sun,
Again, does shine,
To dry the tears,
Of those, who pine


Hard to believe #NaPoWriMo is over, although truth be told, it felt like an eternity.  Congrats to all who participated this year.  Here’s to 2021!! ❤

April Writing Prompt – Pouting Petals

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